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Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the kitchen table, smoothing out the wrinkles with her palm. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting a sickly glow on their makeshift war room. Empty coffee cups and crumpled napkins littered the surface. "Okay, here's the plan. Little Timmy Henderson's seventh birthday. Thirty kids, one bouncy castle, and approximately four hundred dollars worth of presents." Bill leaned back in his chair, skeptical. "Four hundred? For a seven-year-old?" "Legos, Bill. Do you know how much Legos go for? And that kid's parents are loaded. We're talking the big sets. The Millennium Falcon. The Death Star." "Which one?" "There's only one Death Star, Bill." "I meant which Millennium Falcon. There's like forty different ones." Molly rolled her eyes and jabbed a finger at the map. "Does it matter? They're all expensive. Now focus. We need to get in and out before the cake cutting." Bill studied the crude drawings. "So what's the entry point? The back door? A window?" "The bouncy castle." "You want to sneak in through a bouncy castle?" "No, I want to hide inside it. While the kids are jumping around, we slip out the other side, grab the presents from the gift table, and exit through the kitchen." "That's the stupidest plan I've ever heard." "It's brilliant. Nobody suspects the bouncy castle. It's the perfect cover. All that bouncing, all that chaos, all those squealing children." "Which is exactly why I don't want to be anywhere near it." Molly ignored him and pulled two brightly colored costumes from a garbage bag. "I've got the outfits ready. We're going as clowns." "No." "The Hendersons hired two clowns for the party. We intercept them, take their costumes, and walk right through the front door." Bill crossed his arms. "And how exactly do we intercept two professional clowns?" "I know where they get their morning coffee. The Big Top Café on Fifth Street. We'll be waiting." "So your plan is to mug two clowns, steal their costumes, hide in a bouncy castle, and then steal presents from children." "Correct." "Children, Molly. We're stealing from children." "Rich children. Children who will get more presents next week. Children whose parents won't even notice half the gifts are missing until they're cleaning up at midnight." Bill rubbed his temples, staring at the crayon map with its stick figure running away with a sack. "And what if someone catches us?" Molly grinned. "That's the beauty of the clown suits. We'll just make them a balloon animal and walk away. Nobody questions a clown." "I hate clowns." "Everyone hates clowns. That's what makes them perfect." Bill sighed heavily and picked up a red balloon from the table, twisting it awkwardly between his fingers. "Fine. But if any of those little monsters kicks me in the bouncy castle, I'm out." "Deal. Now help me practice making balloon animals. I can't figure out the dog."